The contemporary art world was supposed to break barriers—to move beyond the elitism of technical mastery and shift focus toward ideas. And for a moment, it did. But what was once about openness and pushing boundaries has now become another closed bubble. A scene where posturing often outweighs substance.
In all of this, I keep coming back to painting—not just as a medium, but as a process. The slow, difficult act of learning how to paint keeps an artist grounded. It demands patience, humility, and honesty. It’s not about chasing relevance but about sacrificing time to truly understand the craft.
Maybe this is what the art world is missing today: artists who create without expectation, who work without constantly seeking validation, who give themselves fully to their practice simply because they have no other choice. It’s a reflection of the larger world—where success and money seem to dictate everything, leaving little space for real ideas, real dreams.
But maybe, in the quiet corners of ourselves—where joy exists in the seemingly meaningless, in the act of creating for no reason other than the need to—there’s still hope for something different.
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